Veronica Roth Quotes

American author

Veronica Roth is an American author of young adult fiction. She is most known for the three books in the Divergent series: Divergent, Insurgent, and Allegiant.

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It reminds me why I chose Dauntless in the first place: not because they are perfect, but because they are alive. Because they are free.

She has been to the compound before. She remembered this hallway. She knows about the initiation process.

My mother was Dauntless.

I wish we were alone,” he says.
“I almost always wish that,” I say.

She taught me all about real sacrifice. That it should be done from love... That it should be done from necessity, not without exhausting all other options. That it should be done for people who need your strength because they don't have enough of their own.

It reminds me that no embrace will ever feel the same again, because no one will ever be like her again, because she's gone. She's gone, and crying feels so useless, so stupid, but it's all I can do.

Sometimes I still forget to look for the gentler parts of her. For so long all I saw was the strength, standing out like the wiry muscles in her arms or the black ink marking her collarbone with flight.

Sometimes I see him as just another person, and sometimes I feel the sight of him in my gut, like a deep ache.

It must require bravery to be honest all the time.

"You're not very nice," I say, grinning.
"You're one to talk."
"Hey, I could be nice if I tried."
"Hmm." He taps his chin. "Say something nice, then."
"You're very good-looking."
He smiles, his teeth a flash in this dark. "I like this 'nice' thing."

Grief is not as heavy as guilt, but it takes more away from you.

There is a difference between admitting and confessing. Admitting involves softening, making excuses for things that cannot be excused; confessing just names the crimes at its full severity.

But please, when you see an opportunity…” He presses his hand to my cheek, cold and strong, and tilts my head up so I have to look at him. His eyes glint. They almost look predatory. “Ruin them.

"It's what you deserve to hear," I say firmly, my eyes going cloudy with tears. "That you're whole, that you're worth loving, that you're the best person I've ever known."

I feel like someone breathed new air into my lungs. I am not Abnegation. I am not Dauntless.
I am Divergent.

It isn’t right to wish pain on other people just because they hurt me first.